Post by Alicen Pierceson on Nov 20, 2024 18:50:15 GMT
Ryner watched as Alicen pulled the bulky wooden sign out from behind her father's merchant stall. His tail swished behind him lazily, forcing anyone unfortunate enough to be behind him to step over his tail lest they trod on it. Alicen carried the sign a few steps before having to put it down with a huff.
“Well, Mr. Big and Strong Dragon, are you going to lend me a hand with this?”
The fluffy white dragon considered it for a moment. “I would love to, Al, but you see…” He showed her his sharp claws. “I don't have hands, so I can't really lend one to you.”
Alicen laughed out loud. “I suppose I walked into that one, Rye. Would you mind helping with this? We've got to try and get some customers today, even if it's just for a trip across town.”
Not only did they need the money, but Alicen was starting to feel a bit restless. She didn't mind being home and helping out her family, but ever since she had started her courier business, everything else felt like she was sitting there doing nothing. Reading helped, but even that only did so much.
Ryner got up from his spot and lifted the sign in his front claws. “The usual spot?”
She nodded and he carefully set it down a little ways from the stall and carefully unfolded it. He stepped back to examine his work.
“I still think it's a rather drab sign. Wouldn't something a bit prettier attract more customers?”
“There's nothing wrong with it. It provided all the information needed. And this one cost enough. A nicer one would be a major investment. If I had money for that, I'd look into getting a stall. I feel like I'm taking advantage of Papa by always using his.”
The sign in question was a plain foldable sign with information painted on it. It read, “Fast, reliable courier services available! Prices and locations are negotiable. Small packages only, please. No bulk. Inquire for more details at the stall.” Then there was an arrow that pointed to her father's stall. The paint was already starting to chip on it.
“Whatever you say, Al.” Ryner yawned and took his usual position, making sure that all of his body parts were out of the way of foot traffic. If anything, he would get a nice long nap, lots of compliments, and lots of pets (after they asked, of course. He had standards after all.) out of what would probably be a quiet day.
“Can I do something for you? If you wish to purchase something, you’ll have to wait a bit. My father isn’t here with his wares yet.”
“Well, Mr. Big and Strong Dragon, are you going to lend me a hand with this?”
The fluffy white dragon considered it for a moment. “I would love to, Al, but you see…” He showed her his sharp claws. “I don't have hands, so I can't really lend one to you.”
Alicen laughed out loud. “I suppose I walked into that one, Rye. Would you mind helping with this? We've got to try and get some customers today, even if it's just for a trip across town.”
Not only did they need the money, but Alicen was starting to feel a bit restless. She didn't mind being home and helping out her family, but ever since she had started her courier business, everything else felt like she was sitting there doing nothing. Reading helped, but even that only did so much.
Ryner got up from his spot and lifted the sign in his front claws. “The usual spot?”
She nodded and he carefully set it down a little ways from the stall and carefully unfolded it. He stepped back to examine his work.
“I still think it's a rather drab sign. Wouldn't something a bit prettier attract more customers?”
“There's nothing wrong with it. It provided all the information needed. And this one cost enough. A nicer one would be a major investment. If I had money for that, I'd look into getting a stall. I feel like I'm taking advantage of Papa by always using his.”
The sign in question was a plain foldable sign with information painted on it. It read, “Fast, reliable courier services available! Prices and locations are negotiable. Small packages only, please. No bulk. Inquire for more details at the stall.” Then there was an arrow that pointed to her father's stall. The paint was already starting to chip on it.
“Whatever you say, Al.” Ryner yawned and took his usual position, making sure that all of his body parts were out of the way of foot traffic. If anything, he would get a nice long nap, lots of compliments, and lots of pets (after they asked, of course. He had standards after all.) out of what would probably be a quiet day.
Al went to the stall and sat down. Her father would probably be by soon with his own things, which would drive her possible business up. As she sat, she began to drift off a bit. But both she and Ryner caught the sounds of someone approaching. Ryner raised his head but didn’t bother to try to appear anything but bored and sleepy. Al straightened herself up to greet the potential customer.
“Can I do something for you? If you wish to purchase something, you’ll have to wait a bit. My father isn’t here with his wares yet.”